Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

“Quinton.” It’s my name. Only my fucking name leaving his lips. But it’s the way he says it, the softness of his tone, that gets me. He’s never spoken to me that way before.

His lips curl back into a sneer. “Oh, suck my dick. Fucking douche.” I smirk and lean into him, allowing our proximity to work in my favor. “Whip it out. I’ll drop to my knees right here and now. Best head you’ll ever get, guaranteed.”

“Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”

A sharp hiss escapes between my clenched teeth when he suddenly bites into the muscle between my shoulder and neck, sucking like he’s Edward fucking Cullen or something.

“So you thought it was good, huh?”

My voice comes out grated when I ask, “You sure about that?”

“I can tell you’re frustrated. Believe me, I am too. You drive me fucking insane, and most of the time, not in a good way. But what better way than to work it out on each other? I’ll even let you go first. Whatever you want.” I run my lips over the pulse point on his throat, just below his jaw as I work my way over to his ear. “I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.”

“Be real for a second. Are you fucking with me right now?” I shake my head. “No. I might’ve lost my damn mind, but I’m not fucking with you.”

“I don’t doubt it, seeing as you can’t really stand the sight of me. But since that’s not the way the world works, you decide to pull this shit instead.” My lip curls back into a sneer. “Out of spite, no less. Because pretending it didn’t happen and like this doesn’t exist is better than admitting you liked it. Or worse, that you might actually like m—” I don’t have a chance to finish my thought before the unthinkable happens, and Oakley grabs the back of my neck, slamming his mouth to mine.

“Like it a little rough there, Reed?” I murmur, licking at the seam of his lips before he tears them away from mine. “Because I know I do.”

My fingers dip into the waistband of his sweats, and I pull him in closer. He towers over me now, still standing at full height, and for the first time, I actually feel small. Not just in stature, either. Quinton’s presence alone is larger than life, and he’s sucked me into his orbit.

“If that didn’t make my answer obvious, I’m okay with kissing,” he pants against my lips. “So fucking okay with it.”

“You’re a noisy fucker,” I murmur, leaning down to nip at his collarbone when he lets out another groan of pleasure. “Observant as ever.” “Mmm,” I hum, rolling my aching cock into his hip as I continue to jack him. “Why am I not surprised?” His head turns, lips skimming against my skin as he pants out, “Is that gonna be an issue?”

“Nope,” he pants. A breathy, airless laugh comes out of him. “Fuck, and that wasn’t even real sex, but you’re already—without a doubt—the hottest lay of my life.”

“Good luck tomorrow,” he whispers before stepping away from me. “Not that you’ll need it.”

“How is it possible for you to have so much confidence all the time, yet you don’t seem to grasp just how talented you are?” “I know I’m talented—” “Do you?” His brow arches in challenge…and I relent.

“Fuck,” I mutter, anchoring my fist in his hair as I explore his throat. “What the hell are you doing to me?” “I don’t know, but believe me, the feeling’s mutual.” His hands coast down my back, and he arches his neck into where my lips are brushing against his skin. “Is it weird to say I’ve missed you?” I grin before moving to capture his bottom lip between my teeth. “You’ve been with me almost all day.”

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, licking up and down the length of my shaft more. “I love the sound of you choking on my cock.”

“I think I’m addicted to the taste of your cum,” he says on a heavy exhale. I laugh. “Not something I’ve ever been told before.”

Maybe because I’m wanting more than the steamy hook-ups and stolen moments neither of us want to end.

The second kiss of the day, but this is entirely different than the first. Soft and gentle, lighting my heart on fire with a single press of his lips. It’s a kiss I’d never think him capable of giving, and yet, it’s somehow the best of all the ones we’ve shared so far. And the way it makes my stomach flip and hurdle like a damn gymnast tells me I’m in a shit ton of trouble.

“God. You drive me fucking crazy,” I groan when his teeth nip at the crook of my neck, soothing the bite with his tongue after.

“What happened to the rules?” He licks the water dripping off his parted lips. “Fuck ‘em.”

“Want you,” I mutter when his teeth nip at the junction of my neck and shoulder. “Want you so fucking much.”

“How much? Because…fuck, Quinn.” He sighs, his forehead pressing between my shoulder blades. “I’m hanging by a thread here.” “I’ve never needed something more in my life.”

“You want a sadist? You want me to hurt you? Torture you? Fuck you so hard, you’re nothing but a bloody mess on the fucking tile floor afterward? Because that’s exactly what would happen if I pound into you the way you’re asking.”

“Taunt me about self-control again, de Haas. I dare you. Because in the end, you’re gonna be the one who suffers.”

I’m enamored by him. Touch, taste, scent. All of it. Every part of me craves every piece of him.

“I want you,” I whisper, like a secret in the night. “I want you so much, I can’t stand it.”

I don’t want to stop until I know what it’s like to be shattered by him. Dismantled piece by piece until I’m just a messy heap on the floor only he can put back together.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my jaw. “Relax for me, babe.”

“I got you,” he whispers against my ear, smooth as silk. “I got you, Quinn.”

“You’re gonna fucking kill me with those noises,” he pants, his voice more strained again. “And you’ll kill me if you don’t start moving.”

“More,” I moan, my hand squeezing his thigh. “Fuck, baby, give me more.”

“Just like that, Quinn. That’s it,” he soothes, his hand anchoring on my hip as he impales me with his cock.

“Quinn.” I turn to find Oakley watching me with that penetrating gaze of his. The one that makes my skin tingle with pinpricks whenever I feel it aimed at me. “Yeah?” He licks his lips, a small smile forming on them before he says four words I never thought I’d hear out of his mouth. “I’m proud of you.”

I want to keep making him proud. Always. My lips lift at the corner as I smile at him. “I’m proud of me too.”

“Because whether or not you want to admit it,” he whispers, fingers inching closer and closer to my dick. “I’m your favorite kind of distraction.”

“Make it sloppy, Quinn,” I rasp, hand cupping the back of his head as I thrust into his mouth. “I want inside that ass before I come.”

“Lemme see how hard you get from me fucking your face.”

“That’s it, Quinn. Work yourself open for me,” I demand, my voice a gruff whisper as I piston my hips forward.

Ripping his mouth from his fist, he pants out a soft moan. “Fuck, baby. More. I need more. Please.”

“Every sound you make while I fuck you is so damn hot, but not if they get us caught,” I growl, giving his cock a warning squeeze in my fist. “Bite me if you need to, but you have to shut up.”

“That’s it, Quinn. Get there,” I rasp, my voice coming out low and ragged. “Come for me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, his cum spreading through my fingers and dripping to the floor at his feet. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Leave him breathless, the same way he does me. Constantly, and at every turn.

“You really don’t wanna play games with me right now, babe,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to one cheek, then the other. “That’s one thing I can promise you.”

“Fuck, babe. Keep squeezing me like that and this won’t last much longer.” “I’m counting on it,” he says with another groan, fingers digging into the comforter beneath him. “Fill me with your cum, baby. I want every last drop.”

I love him.

“What’s going on, Oak?” I take a deep breath and utter a sentence I never thought I’d speak. “I want you to fuck me.”